Sunday, August 25, 2013

If you're looking for a good Christian story filled with suspense, action, and romance, Colleen Coble's Rosemary Cottage is a great choice. The setting is inviting, the characters are well-developed, and the suspense grabs you from the very beginning.

This story illustrates one of the main reasons I read Christian fiction almost exclusively. The love story is an important element inthe book. You observe the relationship growing between the characters, but it is presented in a way that is God-honoring; no steamy, inappropriate actions or thoughts are needed to tell their story.The mystery is well played, up to the very end of the story. I had some of the pieces figured out, but I have to admit that parts of the final resolution caught me completely by surprise. Rosemary Cottage offers a return to Hope Beach, the setting for the first book in this series, Tidewater Inn. Although the inn and some of the characters from that story show up here, you will have no problem following the story of Rosemary Cottage as a standalone. (Of course, I would recommend you go back and read the first book as well. You can read my review here.)Thanks to the BookSneeze blogging program for providing a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.About the Book:Amy
came to Rosemary Cottage to grieve, to heal, maybe even find love. But
there’s a deadly undertow of secrets around Hope Island . . .

The charming Rosemary Cottage on the beach offers Amy Lange respite
she needs to mourn her brother, Ben. She’s even thinking of moving her
midwife practice to the Outer Banks community. It’s always been a refuge
for her and her family. She also wants to investigate Ben’s
disappearance at sea. Everyone blames a surfing accident, but Amy has
reason to wonder.

Coast Guard officer Curtis Ireland has lost a sibling too. His
sister, Gina, was run down by a boat, leaving him to raise her infant
daughter. If anyone knew who little Raine’s father was, Curtis could
lose his beloved niece. Yet he can’t help being drawn to Hope Beach’s
new midwife, Amy. He even agrees to help her investigate what happened
to both Ben and Gina.

Can two grieving people with secrets find healing on beautiful Hope
Island? Or will their quest for truth set them at odds with each
other…and with those who will go to any length to keep hidden things
hidden?

About the Author

Best-selling author Colleen Coble's novels have won or finaled in awards
ranging from the Best Books of Indiana, ACFW Book of the Year, RWA’s RITA, the
Holt Medallion, the Daphne du Maurier, National Readers' Choice, and the
Booksellers Best. She has nearly 2 million books in print and writes romantic
mysteries because she loves to see justice prevail. Colleen is CEO of American
Christian Fiction Writers and is a member of Romance Writers of America. She
lives with her husband Dave in Indiana.

Friday, August 23, 2013

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!

Laura V. Hilton, of Horseshoe Bend, Arkansas, is a pastor’s wife, mother of five, author and book lover. Her Amish fiction series books have sold thousands of copies and garnered praise from readers and critics for originality and authenticity. This is thanks, in part, to Laura’s Amish grandmother from whom she learned Amish ways, and her husband Steve’s family ties in Webster County, Missouri, who served as invaluable resources in her research. Laura’s previous Whitaker House books include The Amish of Seymour series: Patchwork Dreams, A Harvest of Hearts, and Promised to Another; and The Amish of Webster County: Healing Love and Surrendered Love. Awakened Love is the final book in the series. Laura is also a homeschooling mother, breast cancer survivor and avid blogger who posts reviews at: www.lighthouse-academy.blogspot.com.

SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:

Katie Detweiler is excited when she’s hired to bake for a local bed-and-breakfast, especially because the shy young Amish woman will be able to work alone in the kitchen doing a job she loves. Circumstances change, however, and the job requires she also wait on customers, including a private investigator who tells her she is adopted and has a biological sister in need of a bone marrow transplant. She also meets 22-year-old Abram Hilty, an Amish man who has fled the drama of his community in Shipshewana, Indiana, for Seymour, Missouri, where he’s staying with his cousin Micah Graber. Abram is immediately attracted to Katie, but pursuing a relationship with her would be complicated because he’s come to the Amish of Webster County to hide from a girl he no longer cares about—and also from a cold-blooded killer.

“Today I met the bu I’m gonna marry….” Patsy Swartz’s singsongy voice was too chipper. Bracing herself for an afternoon with the bubbly girl, Katie Detweiler climbed out of her daed’s buggy and turned to lift the cooler from the back. Her not-exactly-a-friend bounced up beside her, still singing away.

Katie’s heart ached with a stab of envy.

Would she ever marry?

Daed snorted, in apparent disbelief. “Bye, Katie-girl. Have fun at the frolic.” He clicked at the horse and then pulled the buggy around the circle drive.

“The new bu in town!” Patsy squealed, as if Katie had asked. “He is sooooo cute! I’m going to marry him. I’m thinking Valentine’s Day. Will you stand up with me? I’m asking Mandy, too.”

Marriage? The new bu in town? Why was she the last to know these things? Katie hadn’t even known that Patsy had a beau. Wait—she didn’t. Just yesterday, she was bemoaning the lack of interesting men in her life.

Katie shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. “Stand up with you? On Valentine’s Day? Jah, I can do that. What new bu in town?”

Patsy huffed. “Where have you been, Katie? There is a world outside that bed-and-breakfast, ain’t so?”

“When did you two meet? You didn’t mention him yesterday.” She adjusted her grip on the cooler handles and started toward the haus.

“He’s visiting the Grabers…a cousin or something. He’s here, right over—ach, I see Mandy! I’ll tell you about him later.” She turned away and glanced over her shoulder. “You’re still standing up with me. Valentine’s Day. Write that down, Katie.”

Patsy ran across the driveway to where Mandy Hershberger stood by the open barn doors.

Valentine’s Day? Was Patsy serious? Most weddings happened between November and January—never February, when the fields need to be prepared for planting. And wouldn’t the bishop have some reservations about Patsy’s marrying a man she’d known for, what, half an hour?

Valentine’s Day was still a long ways off. It was only August. And Patsy probably would’ve moved on three times by then.

But he was here, this mystery man Patsy planned to wed? Katie turned around and scanned the buwe playing volleyball, looking for a face she didn’t recognize. She didn’t see anyone new. Or maybe he just didn’t stand out. Patsy? Getting married? If Katie knew her at all, she’d be promised to this new bu in a short time. What Patsy wanted, she usually got. Even if they ended up calling it quits several weeks into the relationship.

Katie sighed. It’d be nice if someone noticed her. And wanted her as a permanent part of his future.

She headed for the haus to deliver the food. A long row of tables was set up inside the kitchen, already piled full. Katie set the cooler down next to the door, opened the lid, and took out a plate of chocolate chip cookies. She carried them to the table and set them down among the other desserts, then stepped back and surveyed the array of cookies and fried pies. Maybe she should’ve made something else besides cookies. But Daed wouldn’t mind if she brought the entire plateful back home again.

“Hi, Katie.” Micah Graber’s mamm, Lizzie, came into the room. “Glad you made it. Micah’s playing volleyball, if you want to join in. His cousin Abram is visiting from Indiana.” She smiled. “I’m sure you’ll want an introduction.”

Katie wasn’t so sure, except maybe to see what Patsy found so special about this mystery man. It was probably nothing more than that she hadn’t yet been courted by him, since she had gone with almost every other bu in the district.

Oops. That was unkind. Katie found a smile. “Danki. I’ll find Micah.” Later. Their paths would probably cross sometime that afternoon. He usually made a point to say hi to her.

Katie went to get the rest of the food out of her cooler when the door burst open. She gazed into knock-’em-dead blue eyes belonging to the most handsome someone she’d never seen. She stared at the stranger, her mouth open.

He raked his fingers through his brown hair, dislodging his straw hat, and backed up. “Micah sent me to get the coolers and the big picnic jugs.”

Lizzie Graber laughed. “Ach, you walked right past them. They’re out on the porch.”

His eyes met Katie’s again, and he nodded in greeting. Her heart pounded so loud, she worried he’d hear it. “Sorry, Aenti Lizzie. Don’t know what I was thinking.” He shook his head and backed out of the room, his gaze still locked on Katie, then turned and shut the door.

Lizzie laughed again. “Those buwe are all the same. They see a pretty girl and have to kum check her out.”

Pretty? Lizzie believed he’d kum inside because he thought she was pretty? But he hadn’t stayed long enough to say hi. Or to ask her name. Not that it mattered. She probably would’ve been tongue-tied, anyway. Katie straightened, willing her heart rate to return to normal. A gut-looking bu she didn’t know. Micah’s cousin. He must be Patsy’s…whatever she’d call him. Maybe “her intended,” since she’d said she wanted to marry him. So, why did it matter what he thought?

It didn’t.

Her insides deflated like a popped balloon.

Katie studied the dessert selection again. Disappointingly, other than the chips in her cookies, there wasn’t any chocolate in sight—unless some of the fried pies were filled with the delicious comfort.

***

Abram Hilty shut the door behind him and took a deep breath to calm his pulse. He hadn’t even talked to the girl in the kitchen, didn’t know the sound of her voice, but there was something about her that his heart had recognized.

“She’s pretty, jah?” Micah hoisted a cooler in his arms and started down the steps.

“Very.” Abram lifted one of the big yellow picnic jugs and fell into step beside him. “And you can’t get her to pay attention to you?”

Micah shook his head. “Nein. Not at all. But her best friend, Janna Kauffman, told me Katie’s really shy. Maybe I’ll offer to drive her home tonight. Her daed dropped her off.”

Abram chuckled. “You do that. I’ll ask her out, too, and tell her how wunderbaar you are. Between the two of us, we’ll get her talking.” That would at least give him an opportunity to spend time with her.

Micah raised his eyebrows. “You’d do that for me?”

“That, and I’m currently between girls.” Abram winked. “I told Marianna I want a break.” Sort of. He did owe her some sort of explanation for his silence. After all, they’d been practically engaged—and he’d essentially stood her up.

Of course, he hadn’t revealed where he’d gone. Instead, he’d left a vague note: “Need some time off. Sorry.”

In hindsight, Ouch. But she’d been hounding him to make a commitment, dropping hints he couldn’t help but get. He could do worse, he’d supposed. And yet he’d fled. He needed to think. And that was impossible with her bringing him lunch every day, staying to eat with him, and getting into his buggy after every singing and frolic—without his even asking.

He shook his head. What else could he have done?

“What if she falls in love with you, not me?” Micah’s forehead creased as his eyebrows drew together. “I mean, talking me up is kind of cliché.” He snickered. “And it usually works in reverse.”

Abram shrugged. He wouldn’t complain if it did. “How could she not fall in love with you, with me singing your praises?” Of course, he’d try hard not to sing his own. Not that he had much to sing about. He frowned. How long before he was found out?

Micah set the cooler on the ground next to a table with some stacks of paper cups, then straightened. “I’ll go say hi to her, then, while you get the other picnic jug.”

“Works for me.” Abram set the picnic jug down on the table, then reached for a cup, held it under the spigot, and pressed the handle for a splash of iced tea.

“Hi, Abram,” cooed a feminine voice.

Abram cringed. Not another pushy female. He looked up at not one but two girls—a redhead he’d seen earlier that day, who beamed at him, and another with reddish-brown hair. He preferred Katie and her dark blonde hair.

“Welkum to Missouri!” said the redhead. “I’m Patsy Swartz, and this is Mandy Hershberger.”

He found a smile. “Nice to meet you. If you’ll excuse me, I need to get the other—”

Micah punched his arm. “I’ll get it, after I greet Katie. You stay here and talk.”

“Danki, cousin”—Abram hoped the girls wouldn’t pick up on his sarcastic tone—“but I’ll get the jug myself.”

***

“May I borrow a pair of tongs?” Katie asked Lizzie Graber. “I need to mix up the taco salad I brought.”

“Of course.” Lizzie slid a pan of brownies into the oven and then retrieved the utensil from a drawer.

“Danki.”

Lizzie opened the refrigerator, took out a can of 7-Up, and popped the top. “I need to go check on Emily. She isn’t feeling well.” She poured the fizzy liquid into a glass.

“Sorry to hear that.” She liked Micah’s little sister.

“When the brownies are done, would you take them out, please?”

“Jah.”

“Danki.” Lizzie left the room.

Katie looked around. Maybe she could find some other way to assist. Helping would give her an excuse not to socialize. An alternative to standing beside the barn, ignored.

At this point of her life, she was part of the scenery, the part no one looked at. Patsy said it was because she was too quiet. Because she wouldn’t cross the room to talk to any of the buwe; she waited for them to kum talk to her. And they wouldn’t. They had enough girls willing to chase them that they didn’t need to pursue the quiet ones.

If that was the case, she’d be alone forever. A painful thought.

But her best friend, Janna, had said that if a bu really liked her, it would be obvious, because he’d be hanging around. Janna should know. Her beau, Troy Troyer, hung around her plenty, and he’d even started baptism classes, so he could join the church—for her.

Abram’s handsome face flashed in her mind. His heart-stopping grin. His easy confidence.

Nein. She wouldn’t think of this—of him. It meant nothing. He was in Patsy’s sights.

Katie opened her cooler and lifted out the salad bowl and a big bag of Fritos. She always waited to add the chips so that they wouldn’t get soggy before the salad was served.

Katie set the bowl down on the table and tugged on the top of the Frito bag to open it. A warm breath tickled her ear. Abram? Her heart jumped, and her hands jerked in opposite directions, ripping the bag and sending Fritos high in the air. A few of the chips landed where they were supposed to, in the taco salad, but most of them now decorated the floor and the savory dishes nearby, including the egg salad sandwiches Patsy always brought.

Katie’s face burned. She spun around, the almost-empty bag clasped in her hands.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Micah said. He stood too close. Why couldn’t it have been Abram breathing in her ear? Admittedly, the end result would’ve been the same.

A chatter of voices neared outside, and feet tromped on the porch. The latch clicked on the door, and the hinges squeaked. Katie resisted the urge to run from the room. It seemed everyone was coming inside to witness her humiliation. Abram entered, followed by Patsy and Mandy and a dozen or so others. Everyone looked at her.

“I was hoping you’d be here,” Micah continued.

There was someone who’d wanted to see her? Some member of the male species? Katie stared at him in shock.

Patsy came over to the table and started picking Fritos off of her sandwiches. The hard kick to the shin she gave Katie was all it took to find her voice.

“Ach, I scare easy. It’s okay, really.”

She had spoken to a bu. Using multisyllabic words. Would miracles never cease?

Patsy shook her head, evidently disappointed in her attempt at conversation. If only she would step in and speak on her behalf. But nein luck. With another shake of her head, Patsy dumped the Fritos in the trash and joined the group of females huddled around Abram. His harem.

Katie frowned. She didn’t want to compete with so many for the minute possibility of a relationship with a man. Maybe it’d be better to find someone steady who paid attention to her alone. She glanced at Micah. He stared at her as if she’d sprouted antlers. Okay, maybe that wasn’t the kind of attention she wanted.

“Janna told me you’re shy. She told me not to give up on you. I’d like to get to know you better. Are you seeing someone?” He lowered his voice. “Maybe I could give you a ride home today. We could stop for a milkshake.”

A milkshake? Was he kidding? Katie glanced at the table, laden with the usual assortment of cookies and fried pies. Brownies still baked in the oven. With all these treats, who in his right mind would offer that incentive?

He hadn’t given her a chance to answer the courting question before asking her out. Maybe he figured that someone as tongue-tied as she couldn’t possibly have a beau.

Still, Katie didn’t know how to answer his questions. Would it be easier to talk just one-on-one? Daed would encourage her to accept a ride from him. If that meant downing a milkshake, too, then so be it. She swallowed. “A milkshake sounds gut.”

He grinned. “I’ll look for you afterward. Sorry about your chips. I hope I didn’t ruin your”—he glanced at the bowl—“salad.” He turned away and started talking to Natalie Wagler. At least she could carry on her side of the conversation.

Katie frowned. Were there books available for this disorder? She needed to check at the library. See if they had a section called “Basic Communication with the Opposite Sex.”

A buggy ride with a man who wasn’t Daed…. Sighing, she glanced at Abram. His attention seemed to be focused on Patsy, whose hand rested on his upper arm. Katie swallowed and turned away. Micah wasn’t the Mr. Right of her imagination. But maybe he was the Mr. Right of her reality.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Kim
Vogel Sawyer knows how to tell a story that draws you in, tugs at your heart,
and makes you care about the people involved. And that is exactly what
she has done in What Once Was Lost.

I have trouble picking out favorites of so many things. Like someone else
has said, my favorite Kim Vogel Sawyer book is usually the last one I've
read. But I think she has really outdone herself with this one, my newest
favorite.

The well-developed characters are what make this such a great story.
Christina comes alive from the very first page as she cares for the people she
considers her family. Her struggles of faith as she diligently searches
for God's plans keep you engaged from beginning to end. Levi is a man
with many layers that are peeled back as the story progresses. And how
could you not fall in love with little Tommy who often appears much older and
wiser than his years? As always, Kim masterfully describes the historical
setting of her story in a way that gently transports you back to 19th-century Kansas.

I
highly recommend this story of faith and love to all fans of great historical
fiction.

Thanks
to the author for providing me a copy of this book in exchange for my honest
review.

About the Book

A
woman meant to serve, a child in the dark, a man standing apart—can these three
souls embrace a God with new plans for them?

On a small Kansas
farm, Christina Willems lovingly shepherds a group of poor and displaced
individuals who count on her leadership and have come to see the Brambleville
Asylum for the Poor as their home. But when a fire breaks out in the kitchen
leaving the house inhabitable, she must scramble to find shelter for all in her
care, scattering her dear “family.”

With no other options, Christina is forced to approach Levi Jonnson, a
reclusive mill owner, to take in a young blind boy named Tommy Kilgore. Levi
agrees with reluctance but finds himself surprised by the bond that quickly
grows between him and Tommy. As obstacles to repairing the farm pile up against
Christina, she begins to question her leadership ability and wonders if she can
fulfill the mission to which she's dedicated her life. And when an old
adversary challenges Christina, will she find an unlikely ally—or more—in the
aloof Levi? Can Levi reconcile with the rejection that led to his hermit-like
existence and open his heart and life to something more, especially a
relationship with a loving God?

About the Author

Kim Vogel Sawyer is a best-selling author highly acclaimed
for her gentle stories of hope. More than one million copies of her books are
currently in print with awards including the ACFW Carol Award, the
Inspirational Readers Choice Award, and the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence.
Kim lives in central Kansas,
where she and her retired military husband, Don, run a bed-and-breakfast inn
with the help of their feline companions. She savors time with her daughters
and grandchildren.

A woman meant to serve, a child in the dark, a man standing apart—can these three souls embrace a God with new plans for them?On
a small Kansas farm, Christina Willems lovingly shepherds a group of
poor and displaced individuals who count on her leadership and have come
to see the Brambleville Asylum for the Poor as their home. But when a
fire breaks out in the kitchen leaving the house inhabitable, she must
scramble to find shelter for all in her care, scattering her dear
“family.”With no other options, Christina is forced to approach
Levi Jonnson, a reclusive mill owner, to take in a young blind boy
named Tommy Kilgore. Levi agrees with reluctance but finds himself
surprised by the bond that quickly grows between him and Tommy. As
obstacles to repairing the farm pile up against Christina, she begins to
question her leadership ability and wonders if she can fulfill the
mission to which she's dedicated her life. And when an old adversary
challenges Christina, will she find an unlikely ally—or more—in the
aloof Levi? Can Levi reconcile with the rejection that led to his
hermit-like existence and open his heart and life to something more,
especially a relationship with a loving God? - See more at:
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In The Letters, Suzanne Woods Fisher provides a great beginning to The Inn at Eagle Hill series set in Stoney Ridge. Some of the characters from her Stoney Ridge series show back up here, adding an air of familiarity for those of us who have read the previous series.

As always, Suzanne weaves an engaging story of the Plain people and their captivating lifestyle. Rose Schrock has endured more than her fair share of struggles and still finds her life extremely challenging. Her steady faith and sense of commitment to her family and responsibilities carry her through a wide range of adventures.

Some of the details of this book are a little out of the norm for typical Amish fiction, and I found it interesting that a real-life incident inspired Suzanne to write the story. Her well-developed fictional characters round out the true story in an engaging way. And there are enough unfinished plot lines to definitely whet my appetite for the next installment.

Here is one of my favorite passages in the book: "She [Delia] had always perceived God as belonging in a compartment, like a piece of a pie that made up a life. Rose spoke about God as if all of life belonged to him. God was the piecrust, holding the pieces of life together." Love that word picture Kim painted!

I highly recommend The Letters to fans of great Amish fiction.

Available August 2013 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of
Baker Publishing Group.

Thanks to Revell for a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.

About the Book

With her signature plot twists combined with gentle Amish romance, bestselling author Suzanne Woods Fisher invites readers back to Stoney Ridge for fresh stories of simple pleasures despite the complexity of life. Fisher's tale of God's providence and provision will delight her fans and create many new ones. Welcome to the Inn at Eagle Hill.

Rose Schrock is a plain woman with a simple plan. Determined to find a way to support her family and pay off her late husband's debts, she sets to work to convert the basement of her Amish farmhouse into an inn. While her family, especially her cranky mother-in-law, is unhappy with Rose's big idea, her friend and neighbor, Galen King, supports the decision and he helps with the conversion. As Rose finalizes preparations for visitors, she prays. She asks God to bless each guest who stays at the Inn at Eagle Hill. As the first guest arrives and settles in, Rose is surprised to discover that her entire family is the one who receives the blessings, in the most unexpected ways. And she's even more surprised when that guest decides to play matchmaker for Galen King.

About the Author

Suzanne Woods Fisher is the bestselling author of The Choice, The Waiting, The Search, The Keeper and The Haven, as well as nonfiction books about the Amish, including Amish Peace. Her interest in the Anabaptist cultures can be directly traced to her grandfather, who was raised in the Old Order German Baptist Brethren Church in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Suzanne is a Christy Award finalist and a Carol Award finalist. She is the host of internet radio show Amish Wisdom and a columnist for Christian Post and Cooking & Such magazines. She lives in California.
For more information, please visit www.suzannewoodsfisher.com and connect with her on Twitter @suzannewfisher.

In connection with the release of The Letters, Suzanne Woods Fisher is offering a great giveaway through August 17.

From the beautiful cover with sparkling snowflakes all the way to the very last page, Anita Higman's Winter in Full Bloom is a delightful book! The story made me smile, made me cry, and made me fall in love with the captivating cast of characters.Lily Winter, the "star of the show," is someone I would love to spend time with. She takes life seriously but also learns how to enjoy her journey. Her faith is important and shows up in her day-to-day choices. Marcus, Camille, Iris, Julie, Jenny, and Dragan each add their own unique flavor to the story.Anita tells her story in an engaging way, filling in details of the back stories when and how they are needed. And her characters are well-developed and multi-dimensional, enticing the reader into really caring about their outcomes.

If you enjoy well-written stories with just the right amounts of faith, secrets, reunions, and love, I would highly recommend you spend the couple of evenings it takes to read Winter in Full Bloom.Thanks to the author and to Litfuse Publicity Group for providing me this book free of charge in exchange for my honest review.

A giveaway: I have an extra copy of Winter in Full Bloom that I would like to share with a lucky reader. Comment below by 5:00 p.m. on Tuesday, August 27, and I'll pick a winner!

About the BookLily Winter's wings are folded so tightly around her daughter that
when empty nest arrives, she feels she can no longer fly. But Lily's
lonely, widowed life changes in a heartbeat when she goes to visit a
woman who is almost a stranger to her -- a woman who also happens to be her
mother. During their fiery reunion, her mother reveals a dark family
secret that she'd been hiding for decades -- Lily has an identical twin
sister who was put up for adoption when they were just babies.

Without looking back, Lily -- with her fear of flying -- boards a
jumbo jet and embarks on a quest to find her sister which leads half
way around the world to Melbourne, Australia. She is befriended by an imprudent
Aussie who might prove to be the key to finding her sister. But her
journey becomes a circle that leads her back home to attempt a family
reunion and to find the one dream she no longer imagined possible -- the
chance to fall in love again.

About the AuthorBest-selling and award-winning author, Anita Higman, has over thirty books
published (several coauthored) for adults and children. She's been a Barnes
& Noble "Author of the Month" for Houston and has a BA degree, combining
speech communication, psychology, and art. Anita loves good movies, exotic teas,
and brunch with her friends.Connect with Anita at www.anitahigman.com.

About Me

Faith and family are my highest priorities. My faith is in God. Without His strength for my life -- well I just wouldn't make it! My family includes my pastor husband, an adult son, an adult daughter and son-in-law, and the most precious grandsons and granddaughter there are! I retired after teaching high school math for 34 years.